Monday, October 11, 2010

Drugs and sore thumbs.

"I'm on my own, never say anything right" 
Degausser


It's been easier, you know.
Theres been better days.
These days are heavier.
These days...

smoking like a chimney.
drinking like a fish.
hands on random skin.
i can see you take it all in.
Take it all....

i can't let it sink in.
So i'll let it sink....





'I think that staying up is exactly what I need"

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